\documentclass[char]{guildcamp2}
\begin{document}

\name{\cTroll{}}


%% quote examples
\bigquote{``I'm coming to gobble you up''}{-- Three Billy Goats Gruff}


A Poet and a troll two incongruous demons raging in the bowels of your essence, a monster whose wit is sharper than any gnashing teeth it may possess. They call you a fool and laugh, but their laughter is the cage of stenotype trapping them in the fruitless grip of damning expectation. They pity me for the determination I possess, but I intern pity them for their tinted view of the world that lives in the dream of their visions, haunting their lives. The shades of past shape present. 

Yet the dove does not sing for the song alone, but sings to attract a mate and join in a duet, voices mingling in a cacophony of profound noise. In that regard a magical quill is needed to capture and enthrall, enhancing the soft musing of your heart. A quill of magic to carry the magic of your words to the world, what more fitting magic could there be. In the hands of the dark prince of demonic danger \cDemon{} the quill lies, what task pure or vile will be needed to free the magical key to your poetic whimsy? 

Yet whimsy has taken over more than your dreams, it fills your heart and to the brim, ever since you met her. \cTreeFae{}, her name itself is the melody of the winds, the song of the trees, and music of the cackling fire. Like a sun rising over tranquil oceans stirred to furry by sudden storms shattering all peaceful facades your calm vibrant heart was struck by the righteous furry of love that seeped thought every poor of you large frame. She asked you to seek a metamorphoses most of extreme augmentation to twist the teeming human masses into tall trees to stand a testament to our love.

Dark clouds gather and the peril rears its dark head, the Djinni \cWizard{} has entrapped you loves shinning heart in his web of treachery. He must die or be dealt with so that the waves may part and love may again see the surface of the beautiful sky of true love. If that bloody declaration does not convince \cTreeFae{} of the validity of your love then it is rumored there is a love potion hidden somewhere. To seek and find such a remedy to the awful authority of loves complex game. Just a splash on skin of the beloved and away will flutter any lingering doubt of your love. 

\cBabyFae{} the fae, the pale shadow of their cousin \cTreeFae{} may have magic to change shape to make yourself truly ideal in outward form to match the glorious luminosity of your soul. It would help you understand the true beauty of your soul and so the magic must be stolen by whatever means necessary. You must take the tear of magic to gain this vibrant power of shifting shapes. The other ridiculed creature may aid you in your quest for the power lies a tempting pinnacle of achievement. 

Your army is strong and you really do not care what happens to your soldiers. They are all silly brutes who do not grasp the endless power of your nimble mind. You even have had to smash some of the foolish brutes from time to time, but as with all things, words and your love is fleeting. Perhaspe you can use your army to garner fortunes favor.  

\begin{itemz}[Goals]
  \item Kill \cWizard{}
  \item Win the love of \cTreeFae{}
  \item Find and use \iLovePotion{}
	\item Complete the ritual to turn all humans into trees
	\item Get and keep the \iQuill{} from the demon so you can compose a love poem when you return home
	\item Steal the \iTearofMagic{} from \cBabyFae{}
\end{itemz}

\begin{itemz}[Notes]
  \item You are neutral about your armies and their use
\end{itemz}


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%% List contacts, using \contact{<char macro>}
\begin{contacts}
  \contact{\cTreeFae{}} Your true love
  \contact{\cEnt{}} Will help you complete the ritual to turn humans into trees
\end{contacts}


\end{document}
